And what can I say? Yes,
I am moved by kindness.
Moved by the visibility
that eludes us for three
hundred and fifty three
days of the year. And yes,
in spite of my cynicism
I strive to stretch the twelve
days of Christmas into months.
Imagine, twelve months of
human kindness; the very best
of human kind.

This land is your land,
this life is your life
and yet it’s my land
containing my life.
This land is home to
a living people;
do not leave without
the seeing and feeling
of as much reality
as you can bear.

Have another.
Feed.
Have another.
Feed.
Have another.
Feed.
Have another
Feed.
Have another.
Feed.
Have another.
Feed.
Have another.
Feed.
Have another.
Feed.
Have another.
Feed.
Have another
Feed.
Have another.
Feed.
Have another.
Feed.
Before you go
back
out.